J. Bernardt
The Question
Hold
My tongue
Clenched teeth
Full lung
Fold
My thought
In one way
In one shot

Got our gestures open wide
Got our language spoken right
Got the blood to your open heart
But the skin thick enough so start it
It’s the question on your lips
It’s the heartbeat, when one skips
It’s the moment we connect
And the moment it conflicted

Can’t resist and can’t refuse
The safety and the danger you use
If you choose
Aimed for a win, missed the cues
The gemstones and the junk that you fuse
If you choose

Then the shit’s on me
The shit’s on me
The joke’s on me
The joke’s on me